In the halls of Just Pedals, silence reigns,
No whispers of roles, no echoes of gains.
Yet in this stillness, potential abides,
Opportunity lingers, where hope resides.
The guitars may be quiet, the amps are at rest,
But within these walls, dreams are manifest.
For every closed door, another shall rise,
Guiding eager souls to reach the skies.
Though now the path seems veiled in mist,
With each step forward, the future kissed.
For where there is passion, there is bound to be light,
In the journey ahead, where dreams take flight.
